death

The Day My Daugher Skipped Out on the Fun to Go to a Funeral.

“Mom, it’s the funeral tomorrow. I want to go.” She said, as she handed me and her dad a piece of paper with the number on it to call Elly’s father. It was late and we had just come home from her annual school program which she had already missed gymnastics for, and I mean… read more

The Slowing. (A Poem)

Words come slow and steady on the paper where my heart and my tea pours, and I feel the warmth of the Autumn sun against my cheeks. It fills my mind with thoughts of beauty, of life, of death, and the endless cycle that it is. How nothing in this world lasts, but how it is good and helpful and wise,… read more

His Name Was Johnny.

I met him when he was three and I was sixteen. My sister and I had traveled from our home in Ohio, to a tiny community in East Tennessee, for a wedding, and since we knew a few of his (many!) sisters, they welcomed us to stay with their family. We instantly bonded with all… read more